Entering Pakistan was a strong experience. Immediately there was something different in the air... facilities were more basic, people (especially officials) were more friendly, everything had a to-be-figured-out feel about it. We went through customs and immigration with no problems whatsoever - quite the contrary, we enjoyed preferential treatment (i.e. were instructed to jump queues like crazy, something I'm not too comfortable with) and were given specific instructions about the route we were going to take in a most official way:
A word about the current situation in Pakistan. There is an omnipresent threat for everyone (foreigners included) from acts of violence (kidnapping, bombs etc), so the government is being very nice to travelers and instead of denying us entry, is instead giving us armed escorts that guide us and keep us safe through any potentially troubled areas. Which means, from Taftan (border with Iran) to Lahore (border with India), when you sneeze, a few machinegun-armed guys are there to wipe your nose.
First impression from Pakistan?
Wow. They don't have that in Iran! :-)
Now, when I talk about preferential treatment, I ain't kiddin' around... the official who was sorting out our Carnets offered us tea (lovely, delicious, sweet milky tea) and then said "would you like something to eat"? Now, regularly one says "oh no thank you" and plays all cool etc, but we had no idea when the next opportunity for food would be and it was already lunchtime (somewhere in the world), so we gladly accepted. What followed was difficult to believe. He instructed the cook of the customs office to prepare a full sit-down meal for us, with a meat dish, a nice daal, salad, excellent rice, some naan and drinks! Needless to say, we were impressed.
After wolving it all down we learned how to say "thank you!" in Urdu ("sukria") and left. I carried the security guard on the Strom for the first 50K when... I ran out of petrol. At 210K after my last refueling in Zahedan, this surely is the V's negative range record (less than 50% of normal range). I wonder what *was* in that plastic tank I filled from... anyway, at least the engine seemed to have survived it.
So I got some petrol from one of Lisa's spare tanks - the beauty of traveling with really organised people:
The timing was also impeccable - we were really, truly, in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by Balochistan's desert. I was promptly congratulated by my fellow travelers for having the prudence to run out of petrol just there and then. Anytime, people. Any-time.
So we quickly found another refilling station of sorts, and everybody got nervous and got some petrol, even if the quality had already proved questionable:
The security guard I was carrying on the V, with the rest of the group following:
The end of the day found us roughly 30K west of Dalbandin, admiring the sunset in the desert and haggling for an hour over the price of our (extremely overpriced) dinner:
Colors of the desert at night:
We camped through the night (as the "guesthouse" itself was filthy) and the next morning after all of us were done with breakfast and Simon had taken really nice pictures of our security guards (and their friends/relatives) who had visited us the previous night with a 4x4 mounted machine-gun that looked like it could take down a tank
...we hit the road again.
We took a lunch break at a seemingly popular "rest area" - err... how should I put this... no electric escalators, you know? Just some rugs on the floor and ONE dish - meat with some juice and bread. It was delicious.
Also, we had a chance to marvel at all the funky trucks/buses that had also stopped there for a break:
...including a bus that had the most unlikely passengers:
That night we reached Quetta - unfortunately too late for some of us who have night-vision issues and can't drive at night. The last 50K were a struggle, with the chaos of a dusty big city like Quetta adding to the tiredness of 8 hours on the road. But we made it to the quite unimpressive Bloom Star hotel, got overcharged (600Rs for camping?!) by the reception guy for whom everything was a "facility" (when people know fancy words they tend to over-use them) and had a nice pirate reunion at the hotel garden: (from left to right Simon, me, Nico) growling "AARG!"
No, this was not intended to be a pirate shot, but we were all cold and hence were wearing our buffs on our heads... which Lisa took proper advantage of.
The next day we took a very short ride with a rickshaw (which was dubbed "the prickshaw" by a certain dirty-minded English bloke who thus commented on the fact that we stuffed 4 people in a 2-seater: he had his wife on his knees, but I had Nico, and we both looked quite happy)
...to get to a quite posh hotel, the facilities of which we would use for the remainder of the day. Observe the fortress-like fortification of the main gate - there are 3 physical barriers before one gets in, not to mention the airport-type scanners, guards, searches etc:
After spending a lazy day at the hotel (mostly catching up on our online lives - I managed to upload photos to flickr for the first time in 5 weeks!), we spent another chilly night in our tents and the next morning left Quetta taking the road south to Sukkur (as we were not allowed to cross the mountains that would take us to Lahore faster, for safety reasons).
This is what the road looked like south-east of Quetta:
It soon got better, and since the police escort (in their own vehicle thankfully!) was slowing us down, we started leapfrogging and taking videos and pictures of the convoy, to fill an otherwise rather boring ride. Don't get me wrong, the landscape was dramatic in its beauty, but having a pace of 80-90K/h is just plain slow.
Another problem we had was that the police (being very rational from a logistics point of view) had teamed us up with another English bloke, this one on a truck, going round the world with an engine that runs on vegetable oil...
The problem is that vegetable oil engines appear not to be exactly turbo-charged, so the truck was going slow. Really slow. The fact that the guy was taking breakfast breaks and photo breaks and lunch breaks whenever he felt like it did not exactly help. At each escort changeover we would be asked to "wait for 10 minutes" for the truck, which would be hours behind us, every time adding a little bit more on the pile of frustration at just sitting around waiting for someone who didn't care that we were traveling in a convoy and was just doing his own thing.
Riding the dusty road southeast of Quetta:
...and then waiting some more:
Waiting some more - I'm making the most of our idle time by putting out my freshly washed socks to dry... (too bad they flew off the bike later in the day)
At another rest stop - at that point we've had it and Lisa put everyone's frustration to words by saying "dammit, WE're stopping now and we're having tea and CAKE!" (and indeed we did - the place happened to stock the nicest cake I've had in months!)
Further along the road, we had stopped for errr.. some reason when these pickup trucks drove by. The camels looked rather amused:
A reminded on the road about what happens when you aren't careful around here:
Nico looking rather relaxed on the Africa:
Going through a small town, the situation resembles a video game... you never know what's going to hit you and from where. This is an action shot (i.e. drive with one hand, handle camera with the other), so please excuse the glove in the frame:
Entering Punjab, we get picked up by a team of "Elite forces" - an anti-terrorism squad kitted out with jackets that stated "NO FEAR" on them. We're talking serious business here. They were vigilant enough to escort us even to the proverbial toiled. Here is Simon relieving himself in a secure manner:
Overloaded trucks/tractors all over the place. "Quite amusing, really" - except when you need to overtake and are secretly praying "let it not roll over just yet..."
Some footage of the group on the road to Sukkur:
...and some more footage of the bikes and escort pickup behind them:
After an uneventful night in Sukkur we rode out on a lovely early morning, headed towards Multan:
This escort was overly enthusiastic about paving the way for us - this day we were all too happy to have broken the link with the biotruck, so we were traveling at a reasonable pace. Sometimes the police were practically driving trucks off the road to open our way:
More funny loading, against a landscape that is plain nice. Pakistan is giving us only the best of impressions, making us all feel sorry we're being ushered through like this.
An exotic touch that I expected to find in India is seeping through Pakistan... quite lovely, a pleasure to ride through this beautiful land:
Simon making it clear why us foreigners will never blend in...
...and capturing everyone's attention when he displays the goods (photos):
Another manic police escort - this guy would wave his hands wildly, shout, threaten, anything to get the trucks off the right lane and free our way. Unfortunately we were going too fast for single-hand riding, thus no video footage:
A Pakistani KitKat. Good to know it's "fit for human consumption":
Reaching Multan, we were denied accommodation in the hotel the police took us to and waited for a good hour for a "local team" to show up and take us to another hotel. When we realised we were attracting a crowd of more than 100 people, we thought "well that's not good, is it?" and took the situation in our hands - luckily we had a GPS waypoint for another hotel, so we drove to the overpriced-but-oh-well Sindbad Hotel. We had dinner in the hotel, watched a movie, and went to bed.
It turns out that the food didn't agree with me - to be precise I think I got a mild case of food poisoning, as I spent the night vomiting and... the other thing. The morning found me exhausted and shaky, still unable to support my own weight without getting nauseous with the effort. I was quite touched by Simon & Lisa's decision to stay put and wait for me to get better, so that we could ride together to Lahore the next day. They got me medicine, plenty of water, Coke and periodically checked up on me. It's just great to have someone around when you're ill and powerless, this would have been tough had I been on my own.
But, as things happen, it all went well and by the next morning I was stable and strong enough to ride. We left Multan late-ish and covered the very reasonable distance to Lahore without any major dramas.
A bike called "Cash Deposit"?
At Cookers restaurant, Lahore. Having some plain rice and soup, first solid food after 48 hours. I'm still rather weak.
Posted by Alexandros Papadopoulos at January 03, 2010 02:03 PM GMT
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